I want to live
Where the waves crash upon the shore
To hear those tumultuous waves
Pounding like pistons
Smoothing every jagged rock
With timeless precision
Ever reminding me
Of the silver linings
Found in my afflictions
For with every persistent beating
Comes polished perfection
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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The town of Milmonyville
Was such a curious place
Lined with quaint shops
Filled with wares of fine taste
It was like stepping back in time
As you walked down the street
And men would tip their hats
To every woman that they’d greet
Most thought it rather odd
That the people were so welcoming
And many would never go back
Because they found it so unsettling
It was almost as if the town
Was too perfect in some regards
Everything was polished and sparkling
Something you couldn’t disregard
And that old town of Milmonyville
Is still a mystery even today
Especially after heaps of bodies
Were found floating in their pristine bay
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: The mystery of Milmonyville
He was a touch of perfect
And yet perfect was never meant to last
And the problem seemed to stem
From when the present became the past
Over the years he changed
His familiar face I could no longer see
And it was a heart-crushing moment
When he was no longer who I knew him to be
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: A touch of perfect
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